This morning, as I made myself some hardboiled eggs in the general quiet of the House of Rock pre-dawn, I heard a quiet quiet electronic voice that sounded like it was coming from the flames of our range.
I paused, confused, and then heard it again.
Ultimately, I determined it was my phone which had somehow dialed my voicemail in my pocket. “please enter your password followed by the pound key”
but for one moment there, I must admit, I thought the future was trying to communicate me.